I get defensive when artists over-spiritualize art-making. It has a bit of a foul smell of desperately justifying what we do.
I get defensive when artists over-spiritualize art-making. It has a bit of a foul smell of desperately justifying what we do.
This is a memory of a moment in our neighborhood in China. I’m pregnant with my son and met these two Hui ladies who were also pregnant with their first babies. It was Ramadan and a beautiful summer day. I…
Coming from my background of infertility and seemingly only able to have my son, Joshua, I’m surprised at times the level of emotion I feel by little things like seeing one of his toys on the kitchen counter. This piece…